The mystery must remain in its dark secrecy, and its dark, powerful dynamism.

The reality of sex lies in the great dynamic convulsions in the soul.

And as such it should be realized, a great creative-convulsive seizure upon the soul .-- To make it a matter of test-tube mixtures, chemical demonstrations and trashy lock-and-key symbols is just blasting.

Even more sickening is the line: "You see, dear, one day you'll love a man as I love Daddy, more than anything else in the _whole_ world.

And then, dear, I hope you'll marry him.
Because if you do you'll be happy, and I want you to be happy, my love.